[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

The author has something to say: PS: The age of the characters has been adjusted.

PPS: The joy of writing may be a little messy. If the details contradict the main text, please do parallel universe processing.

There was an explosion all over the sky.

Jason felt pain all over his body, being beaten, burned, and torn apart, compared to the mere tinnitus, it was nothing, not even enough to attract his attention.

It's better to blow your mind out.

This way you won't feel pain.

Jason was thinking nonchalantly.

He was pretty much just waiting to die.

The rope in his hand has not been untied, and after the flames engulfed him, he was buried under the ruins, and the surrounding snow fell, and he didn't feel cold or hot.

Those last few seconds are really annoying.

It's better to die than to die.

Jason couldn't help calling himself a complete idiot.

"Meow~"

Oh, and auditory hallucinations.

cat meow.

Where in the hell did the cats come from?

In the crevices of the ruins, he saw a pitch-black cat with a mask and a hood.The cat was too small, small enough to crawl into the ruins and come to him.

Want to eat me?

Jason had heard rumors of cats eating dead bodies.

In the snow all over the sky, his corpse is indeed a good food, the kind that he would be tempted by himself.

Jason, who grew up picking up trash cans on the street, didn't worry too much about it.

Look, his dead body still has some value, at least let this strange kitten see the sun tomorrow for him.

Jason was thinking slowly, his thinking speed slowed down, and he didn't notice that the little black cat's pair of golden eyes reflected the light of wisdom that was not inferior to human beings.

"Meow?" Do you want to survive?

the cat asked him.

He didn't think about why he could understand a cat's words. In fact, Jason had already begun to suspect that the cat itself was his imagination.

He subconsciously said "I want to", but a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth immediately, and his broken lungs made him almost unable to make a sound.

Fortunately, the cat received his message.

Black mist spread.

He couldn't feel his lungs. He should be dead.

Unknowingly, Jason struggled upwards, holding a cold hand in a trance, like a drowning person grabbing driftwood, he held on to that hand, regardless of the fact that it was colder than himself breath, nor the deadly blade.

The figure in the black mist looked down at him, its scalpel-sharp claws moved slightly, bypassing those fragile human knuckles, just clasped them together, and held his hand.

One-handed operation does not affect Natch's efficiency.

Re-weaving the broken nerves, correcting the direction of the muscles, bones and blood vessels, throwing those dead pieces of meat out of the young man's body, and handing over the vacated space to those new human tissues.

In their dimension, Naqi watched the body come back to life little by little.

It watched the ashen eyeballs burst into life.

Jason's spirit stayed in the brief darkness, and soon, he saw the world again.

Firelight, shadows, pale snow and pitch-black mist, and the pure golden pupils of the little black cat.

Jason will always remember that night.

He remembered that he crawled out of the ruins, the new skin was red with cold, the blood all over his body was his, but there were no wounds, the new eardrums clearly gathered everything around him, and he could hear the roar of the Batmobile in the distance , saw that pitch-black shadow rushing out.

Batman found him and wrapped him in a warm embrace.

"Jason." Batman let out a suppressed growl.

The joy of finding something lost goes hand in hand with the pain.

Yet he pushed him away.

Jason stepped back a long way in one breath.

"Jason?"

Something has been changed.

Jason was terrified. He remembered the night the man had dragged himself away, thrown him into the Batmobile, and kidnapped him in the dark cavern.

then……

Suddenly, Jason realized that his memory had broken.

"I need some time, Batman, I need some time to myself."

Jason still remembered that he said so at that time.At that time, his brain was in chaos, his thoughts were jumping wildly, and the memory images flashed wildly. The harder he tried to grasp, the more he couldn't figure out what happened.

In difficult memories, he barely remembered that he seemed to have made a stupid decision to die alone.

So he kept backing back and backing away, escaping from Batman's side.

"Where are you going?" Batman wanted to stop him.

Jason retreated even faster.

The little black cat looked at the two of them from a distance, showing no intention of leaving, but Jason actually walked towards the cat by some coincidence.

"It saved my life," Jason heard himself say.

The little black cat turned around and left, and he just followed.

The sound of Batman's footsteps only took two steps, and then there was no movement. Jason felt an inexplicable anger in his heart, and immediately accelerated his walking speed.

Sigh.

Jason opened his eyes in the dark.

He would have been 13 when he was killed, if his parents hadn't lied about his age.

Now he's 14 and he's been here for a year.

"Get up! Todd!"

debt collector.

Jason snorted.

"Did you trick me here just to let me nurse the baby?"

His voice was comparable to that of a drake at the beginning of his voice change period. Jason was shaken by his own voice, and he was so angry that he threw a big pillow towards a corner in pain, and a dark shadow flickered in the corner.

The little black cat avoided the pillow, looked back at the pillow, then at Jason, at the dimness outside at five o'clock in the morning, and then at the vicious little boy at the door.

Probably about 5 years old.

He carried a weapon taller than himself on his back, and two more were stuck in his waist, looking fierce and frightening.

Also cute.

The little black cat licked its paw.

"Nach." The little boy rushed over and hugged the little black cat.

Although this cat can't be called a relative, it seems that it has an extra temper when it is facing a child. It just hugs it like this and even barks "mi" to make inquiries.

"Meow~" Damian, did you have a good breakfast?

For the cubs, Naqi is always tolerant and willing to take care of them.

The little boy has a very high level of cat language, so he nodded immediately: "I have eaten, grandpa said that today we can go to climb the snow mountain, let's go together."

"We" means Damian, Jason, Natch.

But Naqi can guess that Damian's grandfather will follow from afar.This is a child made by the old man who stole Batman's genes. It is a "weapon" in which hope is placed. It is impossible to throw it out alone at such a young age.

Natch has no feeling for "weapons" and the like, doesn't feel offensive or respectful or not, it's all human.

It only knows that Damian has grown up well, is healthier and stronger than many of his peers, and has excellent self-protection ability.

The little black cat was hugged, curled its front paws, and nodded reservedly to indicate that it was willing to go with it.

"I'm not going!" Jason grumbled.

"Shut up! The voice of the drake, you have to listen to me!" Damian, the little yellow bird that hadn't molted, chirped.

"How could he deserve such a beating?!" Jason hammered the bed angrily.

"If this little brat survives until the voice-changing period, I will definitely record it and broadcast it to the whole world!"

"Meow?" Are you teaching well?

Naqi tried to comfort him a little.

Not only was he not comforted, but even more irritable Jason: ...just strangle him to death.

Choke him or the brat, whichever is fine, whoever is good, come and solve this damn deadlock alone!

You can't hit a cat when you hit a cat, and it hurts him to bend down all the time when you hit a child. Jason could only beat the bed twice in a dull manner, looking so sad and angry that he almost screamed to the sky.

Damian despised this man's insanity and shame, hooked his heel, and closed the door.

"You look like a mad dog."

"You look like an idiot."

"...Are you in need of a beating?"

"You really think I'm afraid to beat you up? Fuck...!!"

Before Jason could finish his harsh words, Damian yelled "Aww" and rushed forward.

Really pounced on it.

A pair of short legs ran fast, rushed to the bed in two steps, half-raised his hands like a little wild animal, the whole cub jumped up, hugged Jason's head, hooked his legs around his upper abdomen, and Start thrashing.

He should be introduced to Dickie Bird.

Jason had a flash of inspiration.

This TMD is too suitable for learning "Taiko Master"!

"Squeak-"

The door was pushed open again.

"What are you doing?" Indifferent female voice.

At this time, Jason had already pushed Damian under him, and was riding to suppress him. At the same time, he beat him repeatedly with a pillow, which made the brat scream and utter a lot of ruthless words.

Jason was fearless.

"Beat the baby." He even felt that the person was blind.

But he still loosened his strength and let the little brat run away.

It was Thalia, Damian's biological mother, who came in. She had long, dark red hair and a pair of gray-green eyes that couldn't hold much emotion.

When Jason saw this woman, he felt uncomfortable all over his body, got goosebumps, and immediately fell silent. Seeing that Damian had also calmed down, he turned to pack his luggage.

Thalia came in with a box of cat grass, and Naqi was also attracted.

"Little thing." Talia muttered, rubbing her head sideways with the little black cat that jumped onto her shoulder.

Naqi's movements paused a little because of this, but for the cat's sake, it didn't dodge this time.

Thalia didn't mind either, and let it fall into the cat grass basin and roll around in it.Her trouser legs were pulled, and she looked down to see her son Damian looking at her, raising her eyebrows: "What?"

Against Thalia, Damian didn't dare to do anything wrong.

"Cat." Cute.

When Jason beat the child just now, it was through the pillow, and the pain returned to the pain, at least there were no traces, and Damian's little face was still white and tender.Thalia stared at it for a while, then said indifferently: "No."

She easily carried the cat's grass with one hand, and sent it to the window, with one condition: "Come back alive and masturbate."

Damian could only hum softly: "Stingy."

Naqi rolled on the cat grass, took a piece of grass in his mouth and began to chew, looked sideways at Thalia, with his tail curled up, brushing the lady's fingertips from time to time, laziness and unconscious frivolity.

Thalia was also used to it, and while the little black cat was addicted to sucking grass, she stretched out her hand and stroked it skillfully.

"I packed it up." Jason said.

"Me too." Damian said he didn't need luggage.

Thalia gave Damian a warning look, and the female leader reached out to support Naqi, and when he threw it, Naqi jumped onto Jason's head and squatted, looking at Talia.

This woman didn't even have a little souvenir, and she didn't worry that her only son might be swallowed by the snow mountain.

"Let's go." she demanded.

So the two of them headed for the snow-capped mountains with one cat.

Damian, a heartless little bastard, actually wrapped up a cat bag hanging from the front, put Naqi in it, and hung Naqi on Jason's chest like a baby.

If it weren't for the back and forth to restrict movement, Jason really wanted to push Damian into the snow and beat him up again.

Jason: "...Did you fucking forget that almost all the equipment is carried by me?"

"Aren't I afraid of freezing you to death?" Damian rolled his eyes at him.

The cat bag was huge, and Natchy turned over and rolled in it while listening to their bickering. Not to mention, the bag was quite warm, and Thalia put a warm baby in the interlayer.

To save his son's life?

Natch pondered.

It should not be.

After all, it is the "first aid tool", and there is no need to prepare a second one.

"No, definitely." Jason was sure, "After all, if you come here a few times like 'rescue you, walk a few steps, freeze to the point of death, and let you revive again', her precious son will be useless." gone."

Natch is so innocent that he doesn't see a problem with that.

And isn't that how it's played in the game?Commonly known as "piling corpses" method.

Pile up to the door to win.

Natch meowed, trying to fully express himself with Jason.

Jason ignored it this time, however.

Jason, who had no turmoil in his heart, continued to move forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, accompanied by the sound of "meow" calmly. He didn't want to say anything, and he didn't want to think about why Thalia wanted to play the game for Naqi , or the kind of game that is so bloody and violent that you have to pile up corpses to fight the boss.

He instinctively felt that Thalia taught Naqi this trick in order to deceive others in the future.

Considering Jason's height, everything is still under control, and the natch on his chest is not heavy, but warm (warm baby).

The real problem is dead duck Damian.

"Hey, are you really okay?" Jason raised his voice.

After all, he was the kid I had nursed for a year, and Damian would pretend to be good when we first met, and called him "brother" by pulling his trouser legs. He really gained a wave of initial affection, even though the value of beatings soared after that, The basic relationship between the two is still there, and Jason doesn't want him to die on the snow mountain anyway.

"It's okay!" Damian replied loudly.

"..."

Jason looked at the little boy whose head was dangling on the snow, and he couldn't react for a long time, unable to find the next word to say.

After a long time, this guy muttered: "He will die."

Natch kicked his stomach to show his dislike. Jason really has no right to say Damian in this regard.

Whether it's the degree of awkwardness or the ability to make things happen, none of them loses to anyone.

"Don't pedal."

The 14-year-old Jason was not strong enough, and he didn't have the tonnage of 200 barrels in the future. With these two kicks, he almost lost his center of gravity and almost rolled directly into the snow.

"Don't make trouble!"

"Meow!"

One person and one cat lowered their voices, and they were [-]% disgusted with each other.Jason pressed the cat bag hard, signaling to Naqi to be quiet, and he still wanted to rush to the first camp.

"Huh?" Looking up again, where is Damian's shadow?

"Where's that brat???"

Natch looked up and tried to see, but Jason had already run away, flipping it back to the bottom of the cat bag.

Jason turned around and saw nothing.

They were on a snowy slope at the moment, and they looked like nothing, but the years of snow above his head prevented him from yelling, so he could only go to the artificial carpet to search a little bit.

Natchy, who finally broke free from the cat bag, jumped onto his shoulders.

"Meow." I'll go find it.

The little black cat said so.

Without giving Jason a chance to choose, the kitten who did its own thing jumped out.

Jason subconsciously held his breath.

He thought he would see a little black cat that was as light as a swallow and had no trace on the snow, galloping all the way, leaving its dark afterimage on the pure white snow.

however……

natch...

landed.

He plunged into the snow.

Jason:  …

Fuck the cat is gone? !